don't hold your breath

Sir G and I headed off last night to a little restaurant called Yum, in Vredehoek, to hook up with FeistyFemale and some other wonderful people to celebrate her big two-five birthday.

Lekka!

And it was … for a while. We got there, greeted the gorgeous Bev (looking quite spectacular in her turquoise party dress), handed over some flowers and a pressie, said our hallo’s to everyone and promptly ordered a beer.

So far so good …

More lovely people arrived …yakkity yak yak, chat about this, chinwag about that.

Take a little break, step back from the activity for a minute, to regroup and *BOOM*, it hits me! I’ve left my purse at home … AAAAAARGH!!! Dammit, I NEVER do that. And Sir G says: “Not to worry, I’ve got my wallet here and I’ve got cash, so we’re cool!”

*whew*

More attempts to mingle, while dodging Mr Golding and that camera again!

Glasses are empty, time for another round, and off Sir G goes to place an order at the bar.

And back Sir G comes to inform me that he, errrr, doesn’t want to alarm me, he’s not quite sure what to do, but he doesn’t seem to have his wallet on him either!

YIKES!

How embarrassing! Seriously, we were dying … not a penny between us, ERK. Luckily and thank goodness, Cluckhoff came to our rescue and lent us some moola. (Thank you xxx)

*whew* again.

And then … disaster.

Sir G became *convinced* that he’d brought his wallet with him – he was SURE he’d put it in one of his jacket pockets before we left – and thought it may have dropped out somewhere between the car and the restaurant. And The Hunt began. Waiters, car guards, everyone pitched in to look for the missing wallet. It was nowhere to be found. We phoned home to ask the boys to see if was perhaps lying around there, but no luck!

I was really hoping that the wallet was here at home somewhere, that the boys had just missed seeing it and that we’d spot it when we got back – teenage boys are not renowned for being able to “find stuff”, right?

But we never found it

His jacket was hanging over a chair unattended for a while at the restaurant and the only (rather horrible) explanation is that somebody helped themselves to his wallet.

So poor Sir G has now lost about 900 ronds, his driver’s license, and his bank and gym cards and of course it’s a huge schlep to sort everything out. He’s not a happy Mullet …

And I’m not exactly a ray of sunshine myself today. Hrmph. Feeling way too tired and grouchy for people. I’m just going to pop in my ear thumps, put my head down and gun it … so much wwwork!

Thanks for inviting us Beverly! I felt like a student again with no money and busking for loose change to buy a few beers. Thanks Catherine, next ones on me

I now have a Nick Nolte like photo for my new driver’s license after running around in the wind trying to find the dingy photo van at the traffic department. Lady, a fluorescent light directly above the chair doesn’t make for the most flattering photo.

And then, after than whole ordeal I had just enough change on me for a packet of Fritos. And the vending machine swallowed my money…

You’re right Cluckhoff … it IS sad that we have to hang on to all our belongings all the time. And I’ve become so used to doing that that I don’t even think about it anymore and just regard it as being entirely normal! Hrmph …

Thank you again to you and your hubby for bailing us out. We owes you beeg time

wow that sux – but as I was telling SheeBee earlier this week, it’s been one of those months where random little things like that just keeps happening and alas my wallet was stolen last week too. Call me vengeful but I totally believe it all comes back with interest and with that in mind – sending wishes for the best luck ever – who knows, maybe the universe lurks in your blog too

I know of the Secret but haven’t read it – I read this Hindu philosophy book when I was a teenager that explained those principles and the reason that it made sense to (ridiculously over analytical) me was that we were doing atomic chemistry at school; the same rules that the yogis were prescribing for their ‘energy’ that they sent out to receive what they wanted correlated to the rules that we were being taught that atoms behaved to. So I give it the benefit of the doubt but nothing falls in your lap as a rule – you need to earn it.